Seeing the bloodstains on Wang Yu's clothes, Qin Yue was startled, but after thinking about it, she chuckled at herself, thinking she was making a fuss over nothing.
Wang Yu had helped his grandfather kill several thugs the night before, and a bullet had grazed his cheek, leaving a trail of blood. These few drops of blood must have been from that night.
She turned on the tap, added some laundry detergent and a bit of disinfectant, and after soaking and scrubbing, Qin Yue had efficiently cleaned up the last bit of evidence from Zhou Qitian's demise from Wang Yu's clothes.
There was no denying that Qin Yue would definitely make a virtuous and good wife in the future. Aside from not being particularly skilled with household chores, she had no faults, and most importantly, she knew how to cover for her husband.
After hanging up the laundry, Qin Yue washed her hands and checked the time inside the house—it was almost eleven in the morning.
